CAROUSEL lyrics

[Intro]
(Trauma Tone)
(Zaytoven)

[Chorus: Money Man]
I just walked up to the carousel, my luggage full of Ps
I'm infusin' all my weed, all my b*tches get APs
I give gens to all my n*gga, I binary all my triggers
I put handguards on my sticks, I'm the first in on the list
My b*tch look good with no makeup, your b*tch ugly, that's a shame
One of you dumb ass n*gga gon' die tryna come and snatch my chain
PSA, I'm takin' over, 'za stuffed in the Fendi roller
They say you like the n*ggas you hang around, they all scam and they growers

[Verse: Money Man]
My whole circle gettin' money, your whole circle full of bums
Have my n*ggas on the run, we'll spin some sh*t for fun
f*ck me good, I'll pay your rent, f*ck me good, you'll get Chanel
I don't hate on other n*ggas, but her ex man lame as hell
Got a section full of b*tches, all them hoes is throwin' ones
Got a warehouse full of plants, you buy a hundred, you could come
n*gga, don't talk to my AR, talk 'bout money and shut your f*ckin' mouth
She leave hearts in my DM, I'ma say these my BM
I don't f*ck with FBI, think it's sweet, then come and try
That sh*t weak, these n*gga smokin', don't be scared, babe, bust it open
Blew a thirty up in Strokers, big ol' 40 on me pokin'
I'm in Dallas for the playoffs, watchin' Luca shoot a trey ball
I'ma get racks no matter what, I'ma have motion no matter what
n*gga say he real, but somethin' fishy, it ain't addin' up
My lil' thick b*tch from Panola, fine as hell and keep a blower
n*ggas shop with me like Kroger, n*ggas shop with me like Publix
You can't get this strain of sh*t too high, and, n*gga, you on the budget
n*gga, be quiet with all that huffin', get your life took over nothin'
Get your b*tch hooked, now she gang, catch a hat, come get a chain
Wanna win? Come f*ck with me
Want some 'za? Come f*ck with me, let's go
[Chorus: Money Man]
I just walked up to the carousel, my luggage full of Ps
I'm infusin' all my weed, all my b*tches get APs
I give gens to all my n*gga, I binary all my triggers
I put handguards on my sticks, I'm the first in on the list
My b*tch look good with no makeup, your b*tch ugly, that's a shame
One of you dumb ass n*gga gon' die tryna come and snatch my chain
PSA, I'm takin' over, 'za stuffed in the Fendi roller
They say you like the n*ggas you hang around, they all scam and they growers